Hello Can I request something cute with a little fluff for Cyclops (Scott summers) he's my favorite maybe with the reader being shy -thank you
— Anytime, Always.
pairing - Scott Summers x gf!reader
summary — partly based on a few wallows songs!!
warnings: pining and yearning,
notes — thankyou for the ask!! ive suddenly got a spark for writing again so here we go!! hope this is okay for you hun :) also you didn;t specify if it was fem or gn, so i went with fem reader as that is what im used to!!
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I hope you whisper close when you lean in, lean in so please give me some kind of reason, reason
You had always admired Scott Summers. He was an amazing leader. A leader of a team that had a tough time taking orders- Logan. An amazing teacher to all of the Students. He was everything you wanted and more. But you had never plucked up the courage to say anything to him.
The two of you had always been close, but you felt like he saw you as a sister. Which crushed you. Storm had told you a few times that you should say something. What could go wrong? She would always say, rubbing your back softly. But she didn't understand, if he didn't feel the same way, your friendship would never be the same.
The hallway outside the Danger Room was dim, lit only by the low hum of flickering overhead lights. You leaned against the wall, arms crossed, cooling off after training. Your pulse hadn’t settled—not from the session, but from him. You could still feel the heat of Scott’s palm when he’d helped you up earlier, his touch lingering long after it was gone.
Now he stood beside you, close enough that your sleeves brushed every time one of you shifted. He said nothing at first, just let out a slow breath that fogged the air between you.
“You did good today,” he said, voice low, like it was meant for you alone. “Quick on your feet.”
You glanced at him, trying not to let your smile give you away. “Thanks. You didn’t hold back.”
“I don’t when it matters.”
You wondered if he meant it—to test you, or maybe to impress you. You could never quite tell. Around others, Scott was composed, controlled, careful. With you, he sometimes let that slip. Just a little. Enough to make you hope. Enough to make it hard to breathe.
He shifted his stance, shoulders brushing yours, but still didn’t step away. “You always get this quiet after training?”
“Only when I can’t figure something out,” you said honestly.
“Like what?”
You hesitated. The words were there, pressed behind your teeth like something fragile, dangerous. You could’ve told him—how your chest tightened every time he looked at you like you mattered, how badly you wanted to reach out and hold onto something more than friendship. But instead, you shrugged.
“Just… stuff.” You spoke shyly.
He didn’t press, but he didn’t move either. The silence between you wasn’t awkward. It buzzed. If he leaned just a little closer, you might’ve reached for him. If you’d said one thing more, he might’ve understood. But neither of you crossed that line.
When he finally stepped away, it was with a small, unreadable smile. “See you tomorrow?”
You nodded, voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”
And just like that, the moment passed—but it lingered, heavy with everything you didn’t say.
Can't think of the last time that i truly smiled, Till you looked up at me, could you stay a while?
The library was empty, as it usually was this time of evening. Golden light spilled in through the tall windows, dust floating like snow in the quiet. You sat tucked in your usual corner with a book you weren’t really reading, knees drawn up, trying to disappear into stillness.
You didn’t expect him to find you here. But you knew his footsteps anywhere.
Scott stopped just inside the room, visor catching a glint of light. For a second, he didn’t say anything. Just stood there, watching you like you were the first thing that had made sense in a long time.
He didn’t smile often. Not really. Not unless it was for the team, for Charles, or when pretending to be fine. But this wasn’t that kind of smile. This one was small, quiet—real. It appeared the second you looked up and met his gaze.
“Mind if I sit?” he asked.
You shook your head and moved your legs so he could take the chair near you. Not too close. Just enough.
Scott didn’t talk right away. He rested his elbows on his knees, looking around the room like he needed a reason to be there that wasn’t you. But he kept glancing your way, like just being near you gave him something he hadn’t had in a while.
After a moment, he said, so softly you almost didn’t catch it, “I don’t even remember the last time I smiled like that.”
You blinked, startled. “Like what?”
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leaned back in the chair, letting the quiet settle again. “I’ve just been... kind of stuck lately. Everything feels like a mission. Like a job I can’t turn off. But when you looked up at me just now... I don’t know. It felt different.”
Your heart stuttered. You looked down quickly, not sure what to say, hoping your face didn’t give anything away.
Then he asked, “Could you stay a while?”
The question landed between you like a thread—soft, gentle, almost nothing. But you felt it. A pull. A shift.
You nodded, not trusting your voice. And so you stayed, two people sitting in silence, not needing words. Not yet.
Just that shared stillness. Just that almost-smile.
It's just something about you. All the things that you do, Make me see the end through
The rain had started just after training, soft and steady against the windows of the common room. You sat by the window, curled into the corner of the couch, a mug of tea cradled between your hands, trying to hide how your heart still hadn’t slowed since he'd smiled at you during that last sparring match.
Scott was standing nearby, pacing slightly, arms crossed. He was quieter than usual, like something was sitting on his chest that he didn’t quite know how to shake loose.
“I’ve been thinking,” he said finally, breaking the silence.
You glanced up at him, instantly nervous, though you weren’t sure why. “About what?”
He stopped pacing and turned toward you, his voice lower now. “You.”
Your breath caught, fingers tightening slightly around your mug. “Me?”
Scott ran a hand through his hair, almost frustrated, like he didn’t know how to explain it. “It’s just… something about you. I don’t even know when it started. Maybe it was always there. The way you listen. The way you see people, even when they’re trying not to be seen. I think I’ve been trying to hold it all in because I didn’t want to mess up what we have.”
You stared at him, heart pounding, throat dry.
He stepped closer now, carefully, like he didn’t want to spook you. His voice softened.
“All the things that you do… they’ve kept me going. Even when things felt like they were falling apart. You make me want to see it through. Whatever’s next. Whatever’s waiting.”
You set your mug down with trembling hands and stood, unsure if this was really happening. “Scott…”
He reached for your hand — gentle, but sure — and held it like he’d been waiting to do it forever.
“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured. “But if you feel it too… just stay. Right here. With me.”
You didn’t move. Didn’t speak. You just stepped forward, into his arms, into that space that had always been there between you but had never been filled — until now.
And when he leaned down and kissed you, it wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was steady. Certain.
Like something that had been written long before either of you were ready to admit it.
